#━━ ˟ ⊰ �� headcanon ⋮ danger in the fabric of this thing i made.

[byanyan]

byan unironically wears cat ears as part of their outfit sometimes. they will break your nose if you try to make fun of them for it.

[morose-melodies]

Welcome back! So happy to see that you are doing well ☺️

Since requests are open, I was wondering if you could write some headcanons/drabbles about how the Genshin men (including Pierro, Capitano, and Dottore my fave) would react if their darling, who was pregnant with their child, tried to run away? Saying "I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!"

what it takes to love | various yandere! fatui harbingers x pregnant reader

content warning: mentions of blood, idk if childe's being sorta trad or not but I'll still put it here. I'm also a bit rusty so they might be ooc...

a/n: definitely not a drabble... I hope you enjoy!

CAPITANO

with the newfound knowledge that you were gone, the captain was on the way home.

there was not a lick of hesitation, no, he dropped everything. your leaving meant you were alone on a cold night while pregnant. who knew what trouble you could be in?

the captain knew you couldn't travel far-- it was too dark, too cold. all that surrounded the manor was woods and woods. he made sure to wear his thickest coat and brought with him his weapon in case you were in true danger. he saw your footprints in the snow, it looked as if you were stumbling about in the cold.

Oh, poor you.

this isn't how things should be-- you, running about at night without him there to protect you. you should be in the safety of his arms, in the walls of his manor.

he wouldn't try to further frighten you, that must be why you ran, no? he would place his coat over you and take you home with him.

following those footprints, it seemed you tumbled and fell a couple of times. you couldn't possibly be in a good state. (y/n)... where could you be ?

"(y/n)," the captain called out. he saw you, your cowering form, pressed against a tree, using one of his coats you'd taken with you to warm yourself, "oh, (y/n)."removing his coat, he set it over your shoulders and lifted you into his arms, expecting you to comply.

"no! st-stop. let me go, i... I'm fine!" you'd argue, though, it seemed you were in no state to.

"(y/n), no," the captain shook his head, trying to keep a gentle hold on you even as you squirmed and argued, "you're tired- you don't understand what you're saying. I'll be taking you home."

"i know what I'm saying," you shook your head, pressing your hand against his mask, attempting to push him away, "i don't want to be with you or near you! l-let go of me!"

the cold must be getting to you, capitano reasoned, who knows how long you've been out here? you're clearly not in your right mind. pressing a hand against your cheek, he felt your skin, he felt how cold it was. you needed to be home and in bed. "hush, you're delirious. (y/n), stop fighting me, i need to bring you home. you're harming yourself *and* our child."

"let go of me! stop- i refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!"

his hold on you loosened-- he was stunned, caught off guard. a monster? his hand gripped at the fabric of the coat over your shoulders, "is that truly what you think of me?"

you hated him? that was why you ran? "(y/n)," the captain repeated, his grip on the coat lessened, "answer me. is that what you think of me?"

do you understand how that makes him feel?

it's not as if you always thought this of him, this was a recent development. after getting pregnant, he was... more protective. he took extreme measures to keep you home, to "keep you safe."

it drove you mad.

so, when you woke up one morning to see that all of the house staff, including your maid that you truly loved, had been replaced-- you knew you had to leave.

"yes, yeah..." you nodded, a stray tear running down your cheek, "so, let me down- let me go," you demanded once more, squirming, trying to get away from him once more.

capitano raised his hand and wiped away that stray tear, "(y/n), do not say that-- not to me, not to my face," his hand dropped back to his side. he needed you home with him, now.

and that need was stronger than any other feeling he had at this very moment.

holding you against his chest, trying to keep you as warm as possible as he worked on getting you home.

he needed you back home; whatever happened afterward could happen, as long as you were home with him.

DOTTORE

how things seemed, you enjoy causing dottore problems.

if you weren't knocking his vials over, you were barging in on his experiments, and if not that, you'd rejected him when he expressed even the slightest bit of affection.

it was always something with you.

and now, on his day off-- on the one day when he had nothing to do and nothing planned, you ran away, or at least you tried to.

dottore refused to let his good day be ruined by something so trivial, so he took precautions.

knowing you, you would do something so he prepared for just about anything you could do.

just about anything... well, he didn't expect you, a pregnant woman, to attempt to jump out of your window to get away from him.

he heard the tell-tale shatter of glass and just knew it was you-- it was always you. he begrudgingly got up from where he was resting and went to your room, where you were halfway out of your window, bloodied from the broken glass digging into your skin.

dottore sighed, "goodness, (y/n)," dottore was approaching you and you could hear him coming closer, so, you tried to lunge yourself out of the window, to get away from him-- to protect your future.

pressing your hands against the sides of the window, you pushed yourself forward, slipping out of the window, but, of course, dottore caught you by the ankle just as you were falling.

you wasted not even a second before you began screaming and swearing at him, trying to squirm out of his grip, "let me go! let go-" you kicked at him as he dragged you back into the room.

once you were in, lying on the glass-covered floor, somewhat numb to the pain, dottore stood somewhere near your side, his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at you. he was disappointed, but why?

"don't... lie in the glass. (y/n)..." he sighed once more, and reached out, grabbing your arm and helping you stand.

it was then that he assessed your injuries, asking that you stand still as he looked at your bloodied arms and torso area-- it was painfully cut from the glass.

*you must be in pain, no?* dottore mused, straightening his back as he looked at the thin layer of blood coated on his fingertip, "I'll forget about this-- I'll even forgive you for... attempting this," dottore assured you, holding your arm as he began to guide you out of your room, "I'll forgive you, i just ask that you never attempt such a thing again."

but... you refused, tugging your arm back and out of his hold, "Don't touch me-- i don't *need* your forgiveness!"

you'd never hated him quite as much as you did after finding out that dottore had no problem with experimenting on children that the knave gave him.

it made you sick. you couldn't allow your child to grow up with a man like him, "i *refuse* to raise my child with a monster like you."

dottore's eyebrow twitched, though you couldn't see it. he thought he knew what to expect from you, but, you always surprise him, "a monster? can you genuinely call me such a thing after all I've done for you?"

when you nodded, dottore stifled his third sigh and brought you along with him, despite all of your arguing and fighting. "(y/n), you're hurt. let me clean those wounds of yours. since you cannot accept my forgiveness and let this go, we'll have a talk tomorrow."

dottore cared for you, of course, he did.

he realized just how much he cared for you-- just how much he needed you when he felt his heart drop at the sight of you trying to leave.

he understood just then how much he'd hate it if you left him.

a/n: lowkey ooc...

PIERRO

escape was impossible.

with guards at your door, and all around pierro's manor, you couldn't escape.

but, when pierro found out that you had still tried to leave him-- attempting to walk right out the front door, dressed as if you had places to be, he was displeased.

he was immediately informed of this.

so, as you tried to open the gate that was locked, pierro approached you, "(y/n), where exactly are you going?" he asked, stopping to stand right behind you, "it's cold, and you aren't dressed for the weathers condition... ah, aren't you supposed to inform me of where it is you want to go before going?"

pierro knew exactly what you were doing but for you, he could play dumb. it was better than making you feel cornered and possibly upsetting you further.

he could change, he wasn't above it. after all, there weren't many things he wouldn't do for you.

he held his hand out for you, hoping you'd take it, hoping you wouldn't give him trouble-- not now, not when he was in such a generous mood.

you didn't take his hand, no, you weren't even looking at him as you said, "I'd like to go... I want to stay with my family."

your family? pierro felt his eyes twitch-- he wouldn't allow himself to be seen as the jealous type, no, pierro instead nodded his head slowly, "why don't we go back in? it's terribly cold tonight, is it not?" he'd tried to change the subject, try to ease you back into the house without an argument.

"no, uh... I've got a ride. i just need the gate to open."

pierro saw and understood what you were feeling perfectly-- desperation. "we can talk about this tomorrow, no? it's late, (y/n), im not particularly in the mood to be standing out in the cold while you talk about leaving me."

"pierro- im leaving... I'll send you letters and I-I'll even come to visit," you offered, taking a step towards the gate, looking at the lock, that stopped you from leaving.

"no, no, (y/n), you aren't leaving, at any point. how ever you feel, I'm sure you'd feel better if you spoke to me about how you feel-"

"i want to leave because i dont want to raise my child with you."

first, you cut him off, and now you say this? "you're being very rude-- now, we're going back inside. do not argue with me," pierro took your hand into his and began to guide you back toward the manor.

"no! let go, stop it!" you would drag your feet, crying and arguing, "I don't want to be here! not with you! st-stop it! let me go!"

it saddened him, truly, to hear you cry and beg so desperately, but those words rolled off of him. he didn't care at the moment; he just needed to get you back into the manor, and whatever happened after didn't matter.

he'd have a talk with the guards too.

"You're so evil! let me go-! let me be!" you'd argued, dragging your feet, attempting to make things harder for him, "i refuse to have a child with a monster like you!!"

you couldn't imagine raising a child in this environment, in the fatui...

pierro stilled, glancing back at you, his grip on your hand tightened-- then immediately loosened, "you're testing my patience, (y/n). please, just come inside with me. we can talk about this inside."

because there were fewer places to run inside.

(y/n), you truly are a work of art, pierro mused, as he dragged you along, well, he attempted to be gentle but you were making it hard for him.

but since it was you, he'd do anything, even tolerate your rude behavior, since you were his woman and his alone.

CHILDE

when childe found you, whenever that was, there was no telling what could happen or what he'd do. he loved you, that much was obvious but he was an impulsive guy.

maybe he'd take off his coat and put it over you-- you'd like that, wouldn't you? or maybe, just maybe, he'd hug you out in the blistering cold until he felt good enough to release you... which would be near to never.

or maybe he'd react in anger. again, he loved you, it was inconsiderate, rude even, to leave him while you were pregnant with his child. didn't you promise to start a family with you? (he misheard you. you said you didn't want to start a family with him.)

he wouldn't let his anger get the best of him, no. he was better than that-- he was raised better than that. yeah, he was raised better than that.

childe raised his hand and wiped at the tip of his nose, he was cold. he couldn't image how you'd be feeling right now.

that was all more the reason to find you as soon as possible!

he took this journey alone. he thought it would be somewhat intimate if he found you on his own, it would be manly too-- you'd think he's the type of man you want to raise children with... that's what he thought anyway.

you got a bit of a head start on him, he had just gotten back to snezhnaya when he was informed that you had run off a few hours before he'd gotten back.

oh, he was worried. real worried.

he forgot everything he was planning to do-- eat, change into something warmer, brush his hair, those sorts of things, he forgot all about. you were more important!

before running off, you were staying with his family. it was probably easy for you to leave, just say you're going for a walk and never come back, since his family didn't exactly know all about your relationship with him and how he sorta smuggled you into snezhnaya.

he got home and followed after your footprints for a good while. the sun was setting, and it was only getting colder; at this point, you were probably regretting leaving him and wished to be at home in his arms-- that was just an assumption, of course.

when he finally saw you, in a thin dress and coat, stumbling up a snowy hill, he smiled. (y/n)! its (y/n)!

oh, he felt so relieved to see you!

running past all the bushes and trees in his way, he ran straight into you, hugging you tightly from behind, his hands on your pregnant belly.

"are you hurt anywhere?" that was the first question he asked as he turned you to face him, patting his hands over your arms, checking for any signs of blood on your or your clothes.

he leaned in once again, hugging you after being sure you weren't injured, and his second question, asked in a muffled voice by your ear, was, "What'd ya go running off for?"

"because I don't want to have a child with you."

huh, it seemed childe couldn't hear all of a sudden, as he released you from the hug and slipped his coat off, tossing it over your shoulders, "bet you're cold, huh? now, what'd you say?"

"i do not want to have a child with you."

again, it went through one ear and out the other for childe. he wasn't hearing things right, he couldn't be, could he? "huh? what was that?" his eyebrows raised, and he leaned closer, gesturing for you to repeat yourself once more.

now annoyed, you leaned closer, saying, "I'm leaving you because i dont want to have a child with someone like you."

he straightened his posture, backing away with a less-than-happy expression-- he looked defeated. so, he was hearing things right, huh...

"we gotta see it through... y'know that, right?" still holding your hand, his grip loosened. childe had never felt quite so... sad? angry? betrayed? before.

"no, we don't. I want to go back home, I'll see it through with my famil-"

"we are family," quickly cutting you off, he corrected you, his fingers tensed around your hand, "I'm your family-- everyone back at home is your family. we're your family so why are you trying to leave us?"

he bit at his bottom lip as a means of stopping it from quivering but you could see the tears in his eyes.

"are you kidding me? you forced me to be here with you! you think i came here willingly or someth-"

"you promised me we'd make a family together! you said it yourself, so, why're you acting like you hate me?" his hold on your hand tightened, and he leaned closer to you.

he was desperate-- he didn't want to hear this! not from you, not from anyone he loved, but especially not from you because he didn't just love you; he loved you.

attempting to tug your hand away from him, you shook your head, "I never said that, ever. let go of me- i wouldn't... i refuse to raise my child with someone like you!"

everything he thought knew and believed came crumbling down around him, " oh, well... i don't care," he replied-- he had abandoned his feelings for you, for now at least, he just needed to get you home without harming you, "I love you and... I guess, sometimes that's all that matters."

you could figure it out later-- you could learn to love him later but he loved you now and couldn't let you go so easily.

[heartfullofleeches]

You mentioned in a headcanon post about how Tobi would knock reader out with their voice when they did something they didnt like, could you make an example scenario 4 us ? :0

"No."

There are many things Tobi can protect you from. Ghosts and demons, spiteful commentors and people who wouldn't take no for an answer were forces they could easily handle as simply as flicking off a light switch. Ancient, decrepit houses - as hard as they may try, weren't always included in that list.

As per usual - Tobi left to explore the house you'd picked out for your next stream couple days prior to the stream to rid the place of any hostile spirits or other elements that may bring you harm. It was pretty much habitual for them scout every location, and helped relived some of their stress towards leaving you to your own devices in what was essential the unknown.

The house was far worse off inside that the pictures you had showed them conveyed. A riverside lodge annihilated by a enraged storm and the overflooding waters from the river bank. The young couple who owned the home tragically drowned after leaving the sun roof open the night prior and failing to wake up before it was too late. The walls sagged with age and decades of water weight, and the warped, rotting floors could barely handle Tobi's lanky stature and size.

Normally, they'd just install some temporary support planks and forbid you from venturing to the top floor or basement, but exploring deeper they came to the conclusion this site was far too dangerous for you to step a single foot inside.

Heading towards the stairway to the top floor, there was a large gap right between where the first step and the bottom floor met. It was narrow enough to where they could just step over - but Tobi noticed something right as they peered casually into the hole. A piece of fabric stuck to the spliters of the wood. It was in too good a condition to be something from the incident, but that's not what made Tobi pause.

The scrap of cloth matched perfectly to a jacket you had just released - the same jacket you were throwing on now.

"Aw, come on, Tobi - this could be our big break!"

Their fingers fly to fast across their phone screen for your eyes to keep up.

"Too dangerous."

Laughing, you zip up your jacket as you reach for your keys. "You always say that. If you're scared, you can wait in the car and I'll cut the stream short. I did okay on my own before you came around."

Grabbing the tail end of your jacket, Tobi's mind rushes back to the second sight they saw in that hole. The bloated corpses of one of your followers - staring straight up at him. They couldn't even remember what their face looked like. All they saw was yours. It was always yours.

Tobi grabs your wrist, squeezing the ball of your hand until you're forced to lose your grip on your keys. Stay. Don't go. Your adventurous spirit was one of the endless things they loved about you and they'd never take that away - but if you left their sight for a single second then-

"No......"

Pressure builds behind your eyes. You pres a hand to your temple, shaking off the brief wave of nausea "Ugh.. Tobi... I'll be okay, I promise. I got a little headache now, so I didn't won't be out long. "

No.... Flashes of your face in that horrible state cloud their already fogged mind- eyes glossy, skin pale and so, so cold. A far cry from the life and warmth you gave off now. It would only take one second. One second for you to get hurt. One second for them to lose you. They can't go back to life without you. They can't be that empty shell rotting away in an equally decaying home. They can't - they won't. You can't leave them.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LEAVE ME!"

It all happens so fast. Your brain throbs. Without utter a single word, you place your fingers your lips - red being all you see. Shaking, you look up at your cameraman as your jaw goes slack.

"To-"

Your eyes glaze over, trembling legs unable to support the remaining weight of your body as you fall. Tobi dives to the floor, catching you in their arms before your unceremoniously landing. Your head almost hits the floor before their arms shoot out to catch you. He supports it and your neck on his shoulder, unzipping your jacket with the same tremors you had before your fall. Tobi removes their hat and places their ear to your chest.

One beat. Two-

You're still alive. Deep down they knew, but for the sake of their aching heart they had to make sure. Tobi carefully zips your jacket back up and once they do - they begin to cry. If your comatose state was good for one thing it was leaving you in the dark, unharmed by their wails and pleads.

"sorry... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you. I love you. Please - please don't leave me..Don't leave me."

Tobi slowly regains their composure. They wipe the blood from your nose, and their thick tears from your face as they stand. Tobi carries you to your bedroom and places you in bed. They clear your search history of anything related to the cabin and burn the notes along it. They reserve a table at your favorite restaurant for tomorrow, praying you'll wake up before the time comes. As you rest they rehearse their lines for when you wake - thankful you'll never hear the break in their voice when they lie.

[indecisive-capricorn]

Yandere Draco Malfoy x Reader Headcanons: Trapped

WARNINGS: Yandere, obsessive behaviour, toxic behaviour, unhealthy behaviour, threats, mature and language.

SUMMARY: You despised Draco Malfoy more than anyone, but the same couldn't be said about his feelings towards you. But how will he handle these feelings as they slowly grow darker as the years go by?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! So, i just want to remind you that these types of behaviour in real life are pretty bad both mentally and sometimes physically, and i don't encourage these behaviours to happen in real life. This is only a work of fiction but if you have experience this or are currently experiencing it, please reach out and contact those who are able to help you. Stay safe and enjoy reading! A bit of a short headcanon after a long time, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. :)

MASTERLIST & REQUESTS: Before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.

When Draco first met you in the first year of Hogwarts, he developed a crush on you and after watching you from a distance, his crush on you deepens. However, he made never made a move that could give you a sign of his romantic feelings for you. Instead, he became one of your worst bullies at Hogwarts. He often teased and insulted you, but never did anything physical.

His yandere side didn't show until both of your sixth year in Hogwarts. He turned into a completely different person, more cautious and anxious, though he does a good job at hiding the latter emotion. Draco became bitter but more reserved and he spent most of his time on his studies and other things rather than bullying the first and second years like he usually did in the previous years.

At first, Draco kept a distance from you. He always avoided you, even during class, though he managed to sneak a glance or two at you when no one was looking. Draco couldn't leave you entirely no matter how hard he tries. However, it changed when another one of your bullies, Vincent Crabbe, began to torment you by practicing curses on you and Draco was there to see it.

Draco saw red and in the middle of the practice, before Crabbe could comprehend it, he fell unconscious and began to bleed. When Crabbe fell unconscious, Draco was left to face his bleeding and bruised darling on the floor looking at him like he was a monster. Draco immediately casted a sleeping charm on you and darkness surrounded you.

When you woke up again, you were in a peculiar and dark room. It didn't look to be your dormitary or any other houses's dormitary. There was tea and soup prepared for you nearby where you were sleeping. And although your entire body still felt sore from the curses, you felt much better. Several of your cuts were covered in bandages and your bruises were treated with what seems to be ointments.

You tried to get up and look around the room but noticed that you were chained to the bed. The chains was only long enough for you to reach the tea and soup, but it didn't let you go any further. You tried to move the bed but you failed and suspected that a spell was casted to ensure that it wouldn't move.

A few hours after, you heard something open and saw a blonde figure emerge from the shadows of the dark room. Your attention was immediately onto your old bully and you demanded for him to let you go. But Draco refused to, saying it was for your own good and you're in danger.

Draco used a spell to fabricate a letter filled with your handwritings to give to the teachers and the headmaster for your temporary leave of absence from your classes to visit your dying grandmother. You weren't entirely sure how he had managed to pull it off, but the whole school bought it and no one was left wondering where you are.

You were pleading for him to let you go but he was adamant to keep you there— wherever you are anyways, because you don't even recognize your surroundings.

He insisted that he was keeping you safe, looking almost like a desperate mad man, which might be what he was. He became a death eater and knew the risks and consequences outside of Hogwarts and even inside too. He's more than certain that he's the only one who could protect you from it all.

He lets you be free from your cuffs every once in a while, but he was smart enough to not let you be without them for too long. His mind might be completely filled with thoughts that you needs his protection but he still understands the nature of living beings and the want for freedom. That's why, he's careful with the amount of time when you're with and without cuffs.

He's very protective of you no matter what your blood status is, but if you're a muggleborn? His paranoia is over the roof and he's always sure that someone is following him or watching him whenever you're around. It doesn't mean he'll stop visiting you though, it just means less time for you to be free of your cuffs.

You'll be staying in the room he has chosen for you for the remainder of his school years in order to be close to you and he won't be going back home during the holidays because he doesn't want to spend time away from you. He already has to be away from you because of his classes, why does he have to for the holidays too?

He won't be trusting anyone with you. That's also the reason why he's barely letting you out of his sight during his free time. Even eating breakfast, lunch and dinner with you.

Don't be mistaken though, even when you're locked up, he's making sure to take care of you well. He brings you everything that you ask him for and all your favourite foods and many expensive clothes and jewelleries. You look like a pretty little wife/husband for him and the prospect of you marrying Draco excites him.

You're the only thing he looks forward to all day. He knows he has changed during his sixth year and he is not like his old self but you bring side the happiness he didn't know he still have inside of him and he's willing to do everything and anything to make sure the little joy inside him is always there, even if it means locking you up for the rest of your life.

[felikatze]

FE brainrot continues. Based on base Keaton's battle artwork in FEH, which made me realize what a babygirl pose that truly is. Okuma Yugo drew both base Keaton and Halloween Dogboy Grima, which automatically makes him my hero forever.

Anyway. Wolfskin Isabeau.

This is where I hit you with my FE crossover headcanons.

The two wolfskin characters that exist are, to put it mildly, fucking morons. Both Keaton and his daughter Velouria (the only playable Wolfskin) are well and truly Dogs in personality. They like smelling things and collecting cool looking rocks and bones.

They are both named after fabrics.

I think, beastfolk have it better in a place like Vaugarde. Their ability to shift shapes at will is seen as a boon from the Change God themself. They're admired, nearly holy.

And yet. And yet.

Why do they change shape into... this? Into animals? Are they humans who change into animals, or animals who change into humans? Their abilities are praised in theory, but in practice, anybody's bound to freak out when someone turns into a huge wolf creature in front of them.

There's no real stigma against being beastfolk, but, well, don't show it, will you?

I think, Isabeau keeps his nails short, even though they always grow far too quickly. He smiles with a closed mouth to hide his teeth. His ears are weighed down by earrings, so they wiggle less. There's nothing he can really do about the tail, but people at least find that charming.

He plays into the stereotypes on purpose. Acts like a dog for jokes, to make others laugh. Because a dumb wolfskin is expected. Because a dumb wolfskin is less threatening. Someone with intelligence and cunning, who can also tear you to shreds with their bare hands?

....People don't like that very much.

But Isabeau didn't like being shy and demure, didn't like dancing around what he is. What he's always been. When he Changed, he wanted to be bolder, wanted to be someone who others look up to, confide in - not just something like a cute pet.

It's about confidence, and gender, and all of that, yes. It is also about being honest to the monster inside of you. As the journey progresses, he lets it trickle out, bit by bit. Using claws instead of closed fists. Hitting harder, faster, using his senses to warn others of danger.

Here, this is useful. Once the journey ends, and it stops being useful... Well, he better reign it in, right? But it's exhilirating to be honest to his own capabilities. He doesn't know if he can go back. He doesn't know if he wants to.

Also thinks about. Wolfskin Isabeau within the context of Manakete Siffrin.

Siffrin, who, at first, doesn't even realize he's not human either.

For the first time, there's someone who just... isn't fazed by beastkin at all. Sure, Odile wasn't scared, but she'd never met a wolfskin before and Isabeau had still been a curiosity, comparing to the kitsune Odile knew. Yet Siffrin didn't even seem to know what a beastkin is.

Just utterly at ease, with whatever Isabeau shows them. Of course he'd fall in love.

Of course he'd accept every single monstrous part of Siffrin, too. Whenever Siffrin is just a little too quick, a little too strong, when their long ears flick or his eyes reflect the light oddly - when Isabeau sees that Siffrin could be just like him - yeah, of course he'd fall even harder.

I have more thoughts on how Siffrin would feel on their end (how they feel feral compared to Isabeau, who controls himself with perfect precision, how they feel rabid after being restrained for so long), but this is honestly long enough.

Hi to everyone who clicked that readmore, I hope the length of this jumpscared you. Ask me about my isat/fe AUs. Any of them. Please.

[fallingdownhell]

Hello again. I saw your reply and it's totally alright. I was thinking about the reactions of Vanitas and Noé when they see reader hurt. But the thing is that she is so good at hiding the fact that she is hurt that the boys don't notice till you collapse because of the loss of blood or they see the wound when she changes. I want to know how the boys will react if the reader almost dies. I want lots of comfort and to see how the boys take care of the reader. Would they freak out or will they be more calm? Would they go after the person who hurt them? P.S.- You don't need to make it a scenario if you don't like it and please make the reader female. (I am obsessed with Vanitas no Carte. I think you saw that already. But can you do this ask with Diluc, Xiao and Tighnari?) And thank you again for accepting my request. Again sorry for the long ask but I always like to explain more. Take your time and again I love your writing.

You're fine, you don't have to apologize:) I like it when people write out what they want, it gives me more to work with and less chance to screw up.

Also, it's not that I don't like either scenarios or headcanons. Just, sometimes, one is easier for me to write than the other. That's all there is to it. So no worries about requesting something specific, it's all good!

Characters Included: Vanitas; Noé

Content: female reader; blood loss; injuries; cursing; hurt/comfort

Word count: 1,2k words

Enjoy reading!

Vanitas

He took his eyes off of you for just one second... and you just had to go out and get injured!

It was a messy fight. You had insisted on accompanying him and he only agreed because he thought it wouldn't be dangerous

well, apparently he thought wrong!

at some point, you got separated from him, and even though he knew that you were able to protect yourself, he couldn't help but worry about you!

you were different from him! Your body was fragile, he would never forgive himself if you got injured because he wasn't there to protect you

once he got to you, fighting his way through the masses of enemies, he saw you clutching your left side

he immediately paniced, running towards you, calling your name

however, when he arrived at your side, you simply smiled at him, reassuring him that you were fine

at first, he obviously didn't believe you, but when you got up from the ground with minimal effort, still smiling at him and standing proudly, well... what else could he do but believe your words

that being said, he still kept an eye on you the entire way back to the city, yet you never once gave the impression of being hurt

the more you guys walked and you continued to seem fine, the more relaxed he got. His heart began to slow down again and the anxiety slowly quelling down as well

but that was only until you suddenly collapse at his side

he barely manages to catch you so your head doesn't collide with the ground to hard. His breathing quickens again as panic settles back deep inside his bones

your unconscious, and seeing as you were otherwise fine, he decided to inspect your left side, the one you were clutching earlier

upon touching your shirt, he realised that it was entirely wet, drenched in your blood that now also dripped down his hands

he gulped before pushing the fabric up, revealing a big, open wound to him. You bled out of there this entire time, and only now when he looked back at your face did he realize how pale you've gotten

"You idiot!", he cursed as he picked you up and ran to the nearest city, seeing as he had no further material with him to treat such a big wound

the adrenalin was giving him the boost that he needed to get there as quickly as possible, the only thought in his head the entire time being "Please don't die on me.. please not again.."

a few days later, you woke up again, feeling disoriented. How did you get here? Where was 'here' in the first place?

You tried sitting up, feeling how dry your throat was, but a snip of two fingers against your forehead made you fall back onto the bed again

"Stay down, idiot!", Vanitas voice rang from beside you. He looked at you, relieved that you finally woke up again. You followed his request, yet asked him for a glass of water, which he agreed to get for you

you later found out that, while you were unconscious, Vanitas had stayed by your side this entire time until you've woken up again. He never went away longer than five minutes, not able to take the seperation from you for to long. He just had to make sure that you would make it... that you would survive.

after you were all healed again, he would scold you so much for being this reckless. Didn't you realize you could have died?

Makes you promise to never hide something like that from him ever again, or he would "Make you regret your choice", whatever that meant..

Oh, and for the person who did that to you? Don't you worry... he died on the spot...

Noé

Hiding something like that from Noé... you'd have to be a pretty fucking good actor to get away with that

not only because he's an attentive boyfriend and notices even slight chances in your behaviour due to mood or other things

but also because he's a vampire and can smell blood without issue. nothing can get by his nose!

with that being said.. under the "right" circumstances.. it's even possible for someone like him to miss injuries entirely. It doesn't usually happen, but it can

And today, it seemed, was one of those days

Your boyfriend has had a pretty hectic week. Vanitas had been dragging him around all over the place, and he was exhausted. Not just a bit tired, but thoroughly worn out. To the point that his attention span was now reduced to literal seconds

When he got home that day, he was done with the world. He wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, snuggled up to you

He threw all his stuff carelessly somewhere around, telling himself that he would deal with it in the morning. On his way to the bedroom he came past the bathroom where you were currently in

He greeted you as he walked by. Had it been any other day, he would have noticed the way you jumped around at his sudden words. Or the way your eyes held a tiny bit of panic

But as things were, he didn't catch on to that. Instead, he asked if you would join him in bed, then immediately turned around and kept walking

Seconds later, he collapsed on the bed, instantly falling alseep. He awoke briefly when you joined him, climbing into his arms to snuggle up to him, however he had no idea how much time has gone by since then. And truthfully, he didn't care right now

He remembers his arm tightening around you a bit before falling back asleep. It was a quiet, good nights rest

The next morning, when he woke up next to you, he had this... unpleasant feeling that something wasn't quite right. But since he couldn't place the feeling, he decided to ignore it for now, instead choosing to stay in bed with you a few more minutes

However, when he moved his arms a bit around you, his arm felt weird.. like something had.. dried on top of it

He looked down and almost freaked out when he saw some dried and some fresh blood on his arm

He knew he himself wasn't injured, since he didn't feel any pain. But that would leave only one other option...

He looked down at you, your shirt slightly moved up your body from you moving around in your sleep, revealing to him the bandages wrapped around your entire abdomen, blood seeping out through them

He paniced, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you

You woke from that and he immediately bombarded you with thousands of questions

You tried reassuring him, telling him that since you had some knowledge on medicine, you didn't want to go to a hospital, wanting to treat it yourself

That however, will not fly with him. He picked you up then and there and brought you to the nearest ER, where you were properly taken care of

Thankfully, you didn't need to stay in there, being discharged again with just a couple of stitches, but you sure as hell gave Noé the biggest scare of his lifetime

Will scold you a bit, but will stop of you pout at him enough, telling him that you learned your lesson

Will also make you promise to never hide something like that again. Please, his poor heart wouldn't be able to take that...

[breathe-2am]

118 Blunt Rotation Headcanons

Bobby: does not partake, but the ultimate trip sitter. Keeps the chaos generally controlled, but finds everything very funny, in a i-will-tell-you-about-this-tomorrow-and-you-will-cringe kind of way. Disappears for an hour and come back with homecooked food, everyone is beside themselves in gratitude. Starts telling a funny story about this one time he Smoked Pot, but about halfway thru he along with everyone else realizes its not funny and is probably something he should talk to that twink priest about.

Hen: laughs at EVERYTHING. Finds a random object like a ballpoint pen or a half full bottle of water and its THEE most fascinating thing shes EVER seen. Gets up to go to the bathroom, doesnt come back, when they go looking for her shes just staring at herself in the mirror. Very in her feels abt how she loves her friends. Says she needs to change shirts at one point bc she hates the fabric actually. Comes back in an entirely different outfit.

Chimney: a yapper. Every thought in his brain is out his mouth. Running commentary of the happenings. Jokes make less and less sense but hen finds them funnier and funnier. Talks with his hands to a dangerous extent. Eating whatever bobby made w his fingers, which is not a good combination when he gestures too wide and flings it at bucks face. He thinks this is the funniest thing that happened all night bc buck doesnt even react.

Buck: Out of everyone here, hes got the most experience in a blunt circle (youre going to look at me and tell me that im wrong? He had frosted tips and lived in a FRATHOUSE dawg) but hasnt been a smoke weed everyday bitch in a while so when he does he thinks his tolerance what it used to be. It isnt. Man is FLAVOR BLASTED he is SCHWASTED. Cant talk bc hes giggling while staring vacantly at the ceiling. Zones out, resurfaces to drop a random fact related to a conversation that was happening ten minutes ago, and hes gone again.

Eddie: Eats bobbys food and cries bc its delicious. Laughs at chinmeys jokes and cries bc hes so funny. Stares at hen and cries bc shes so beautiful. Thinks abt chris and cries bc he loves him so much. Buck is absentmindedly petting his hair to calm his tears and cries bc his best friend is so kind. Has to get up but doesnt want to bc the floor is so comfy. I love you bitchessss this is the year im gonna get my SHIT togetherrrrrrrrr what r these floors made of theyre so niiiiiiiiiiiice.....

Maddie: obsessive abt the Vibe, keeps getting up to turn on or off a lamp bc it was too bright but now its too dark. Perched in a mountain of pillows and blankets, keeps readjusting bc she has to b Maximum Comfy. Changes the song a minute in when its 'not the vibe'. Pulls out the most out of pocket story about buck as a kid but hes not even absorbing whats going on so she doesnt feel bad. Shes trying to rest her head on chinmeys shoulder but hes moving too much and shes getting annoyed.

Karen: the funniest bitch in the room. Monologuing abt space, which segues to robotics, which segues to government, which segues to capitalism, which segues to how they need to go to the beach RIGHT NOW. Hens looking at her like that twink boutta pounce meme. Sings along w the song playing, starts bitching at maddie bc she skipped it. Talking abt the sanctity of the playlist and respecting the music, but then says 'wait i hate this song' and commanders the spotify, she and maddie have a tug of war over the phone.

Tommy: touchy feely bitch. Started sitting next to buck but at some point graduated to trying to sit in his lap but now hes just sprawling across him like a weighted blanket. Voice has no inflection. He and chimney start excitedly talking abt a bad movie only they have seen and it goes on for way too long bc he starts chattering abt two characters he thinks should have ended up together. Eventually is just laying there curled up with buck, he realizes he loves his life and the people in it, has a little Moment.

Athena: does not partake, remind them that drug testing is a thing in their line of work, has Choice Words when the phrase California Sober is dropped. Taking pics for blackmail. Despite all that, she makes sure everyone is alright and helps bobby clean up. The next morning she makes coffee for everyone, and when people complain abt their backs or necks hurting she says 'thats what you get for sleeping on the floor'.

[telleroftime]

Sleep and Cuddles ||| Bowser x Reader

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Headcanons for Bowser and his favourite ways to cuddle in bed.

Request - hops-c0tch : I saw you took requests for Bowser fluff and I came rushing in. May I ask for some hcs of Bowser and his fav ways to cuddle in bed?

Pairing: Bowser x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

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A/N: Soft Bowser anyone? Thank you for requesting this because it was a blessing to come up with! I mixed in sleep too since it felt fitting and followed the train of thought, so I hope you don't mind. Plus, I hope you don't mind how I rambled and went into way too much detail.

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It took Bowser a while to settle comfortably with you in his bed. He wasn't sure how to lie down at first. Obviously, he can't sleep on his back because of the shell, at least not as well as he'd want. It's not that it's a terrible choice, but moving in his sleep becomes an issue. He'd much rather lie on his back when he is awake or when the bed is soft enough to sag underneath him in a way that doesn't leave him in an awkward position. Otherwise, when he does fall asleep, he wakes up with sore muscles and irritating aches.

Aches that remain throughout the day because massaging rigid scales to relax the muscles in his arms and legs is positively difficult.

The only other real options are his stomach and his sides, none of which are any comfort to him. At least before you appeared. His weight made sleeping flat down on his chest uncomfortable, but the best choice given his horns that liked to prod and get stuck on the fabric of the pillows and bedsheets. Once again, however, little to no chance at moving, meaning that there was always quite a bit of pains when he awoke again.

Sleeping on his side always took a lot of adjusting. At times, the hard shell would settle uncomfortably, tucking at his scaled skin, pulling down or being pulled up with the push-back of the mattress. Other times it was the horns that was the issue with no obvious way to rest his head without leaving a huge gap before his chest. Alone, he couldn't seem to find a good spot. His arm would bend awkwardly, or his head would sag with the gravity or tilt in a way to tensly accommodate the horns.

This all changes when you fall into the mix.

Sleeping on his side with you in his arms quickly became his favourite position. You gave him purpose, turning him into a large protective bolder of perpetual heat. He'd cradle you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. One arm would be curled above your head, like a wall guarding you from danger, his claws following your form but never really touching. Simply keeping you from straying away. Something that kept the warmth in.

The way it lay above you also allowed Bowser to have his head tilted in your direction always, resting on his own shoulder and observing.

His other arm would be draped over you, gently pulling you close to him. Close enough that you could hear the quiet rumble in his chest, like a permanent purr. Close enough that you could feel the warmth of flames drift from inside of him. Whatever that mysterious source of his fire was.

Close enough that you could hear the beating of his heart if you focussed enough. Not loud enough that it was the only thing you could hear. Just loud enough that if you wished, you could tune it out completely, or listen to it as if it was your own personal lullaby.

He'd always be careful when holding you like that. His sharp claws still in concentration whenever he ran them against your skin, making sure he wouldn't graze or cut you by accident. An almost new sense of control over his strength, one he hadn't shown to anyone before you arrived. He'd use the backs of them, those smooth curves that formed the long side of the arch, to caress you.

Allowing them to flow in a way that showed you he wouldn't hurt you. That eventhough he had the capabilities to cause pain, especially with how gruff and short-tempered he could be to the people below or against him, he would never be that to you.

He'd make sure that you'd know that though he was all rough and tough towards everyone else - towards you he was soft. He would never lay a claw against you no matter what.

You set off something animalistic in him. Something pure rage and fury never managed to achieve. It was that natural urge to protect, to ensare the world and hand it to you like any other gift. To keep you by him always, and to spoil you completely.

If you had your back turned to him, he would pull you up to his hard chest. At that point you would be encased by him almost entirely. His tail like a barricade by your legs. A large arm arched above your head. His other hand would be over you, or simply resting on your stomach in a way to keep you close. He'd hum or grumble or let out a small growl of content at the fact he turned himself into your armour in such a way that you could rest safely - talk safely - simply exist safely in his presence.

If Bowser was to be honest, that was his favourite way of cuddling. Holding you so close, so protectively. Holding you in a way that if something were to happen, he would be ready, and nothing - nobody - would dare lay a finger on you.

When he does lie on his stomach in bed, he makes sure to prop his head with the forearm furthest from you. It allows him to tilt his head enough to watch as you adjust yourself next to him. It gives his body enough of an angle to give you his sworn attention, and enough space to move his other arm.

In those moments, he ever so carefully cups your cheek, at least as much as he can given his much larger hands when compared to your head. Usually it's just a single clawed finger brushing against the side of your face. That, or he holds your hands in the palms of his own or even pulls you that much closer.

You are like a treasure to him, able to calm him down. He'd make sure you are comfortable, tucked in if you wished to sleep with a blanket or duvet. He'd spend hours just simple watching you, observing and memorising the way you breathe. Whenever his thoughts stray, he'd always pull them back onto you. A breath in and a smoky exhale out.

Laying on his stomach also allows for him to push himself upwards and spring to his feet the quickest if anything was to ever happen. Always ready for action and always ready to defend and fight for you.

Outside of sleep, if he just wished to simply cuddle when awake, though he would never verbally admit it, he would do so on his back. There is a sense of jovial humour in it. He'd wordlessly set you on his stomach, looking up at you with fiery eyes. His head would be propped against a set of layered pillows, angled up so even if he relaxed he would still be looking at you.

Though it's not much of a cuddle, he would keep you there. He would adore hearing your talk, or watch you sign, humming gruffly in that animalistic way to show you he was listening. In reality, no matter how much he wanted to focus on your story, whatever words you were discussing or rambling about, it would all be going through one ear and out through the other.

He would simply be keeping you there to watch you, teeth bared in a comfortable smile. Simply hearing and seeing you, and feeling your body weight on him. Knowing that you were there for him and that you chose him.

He'd also love sitting in bed with you, legs joined creating an uneven circle of pillows and blankets between them where he would place you. His huge form would sit there, head arched down and looking at you from above. If he simply wanted to know you were there physically, he would pull you into his chest, large hands on your body in a secure and safe manner. However, he understands that humans have boundaries, and he would always leave room for you to shake him off.

And if he didn't, he'd let you go instantly if he ever felt you struggle in discomfort. Learning his lesson from numerous times before that keeping you, or anyone else for that matter, against their will to benefit him alone leads to quite unfavourable relations.

In general, he absolutely adores keeping you safe - keeping you close and in his arms. He finds comfort in knowing you are so much smaller than his hulking form, and that he alone can keep you safe, even though he'd also continuously worry for how weak such a fleshy exterior is.

The thought that he can envelop you in his arms, or pick you up with ease and comfort makes Bowser humorously happy, though once again he would never admit it other than through a monstrous snort.

And here's some extra bits too:

Blankets? He doesn't use those. After all, a creature that can breathe fire can sustain its own heat. He knows that you cannot, and will always keep blankets close to his bed for whenever you choose to lie next to him. If you need something heavier, he has a duvet folded on a nearby chair he specifically requested for you. Made from a fabric that he knows you like.

Because of the shell, and more notably the large spikes on it, Bowser will never let himself be the little spoon. Never. Not only out of fear that he would hurt you or crush you, but the fact that when the two of your are sleeping - at that moment when you two are the most vulnerable - he cannot see you. He cannot keep and eye on you and he hates that. Now that he has you, he wants to make sure that you are safe. Always.

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[yallthemwitches]

Catch the Wind, Ch. 10: The Answer

I love it when my useless headcanon finally finds a home in a fic! Super Fluff! Sirius! Finally some wizarding war info (oops)

Finally for info, yes, The Virgin Witch is a real movie. I highly reccomend you check it out ( or at least the poster)

AO3 Link Here (PS I love reviews and comments! Please tell me what you love and what you hate or any other feelings! Really it helps!): https://archiveofourown.org/works/57047455/chapters/147366346

“Take it down.”

“Nope. Sorry.”

“It’s inappropriate.”

“It’s my little reminder of you.”

Lily’s eyes were slits. James laid strewn over the Heads’ office couch with parchment littering around him. Just above the bureau, a static muggle film poster had appeared earlier this morning. It sported a thinly clad woman on her knees, holding a dagger mid-ecstatic moan. Inlaid in wavy lettering was the title The Virgin Witch.

“Take it down—I swear I’ll hex you.” 

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Evans…”

Lily really contemplated hexing him. She wouldn’t be so angry if it wasn’t for his last comment. In fact, the only reason James knew the film existed was because he had seen the same poster up in her room back in Cokeworth.It was a good laugh to have it in the comfort of her own home, but here in the Head’s office it was a bit much. 

James yawned and leaned back on the couch, his shirt rose up a bit and some of his abdomen peeked out between the fabric. Lily turned away before she could be distracted—the train ride to Hogwarts had only been yesterday and between new duties and feeling rather unsatisfied –she felt like a bomb waiting to go off. 

Lily walked with her back to James towards the bureau, knowing he was following her with his eyes. 

“Fine–keep the sodding thing up. But it’s hardly fair to say it reminds you of me when it's your fault—”

James shot up out of his seat and crossed the room to her. He cornered her against the bureau, placing both hands on the desk either side of her. His face was dangerously close. 

“My fault huh,”  He took her jaw in his hand and brushed her lips with his thumb. She knew he could feel her shiver under his hands. He was incorrigible.

“You just say the word Evans.” She expected him to kiss her. After a beat she opened her eyes to see his were tightly shut and his face was scrunched up in concentration. He made a long sigh then dropped his hand and turned away. A wave of disappointment washed over her.

“I better go get changed. My first quidditch practice of the year is soon.” He picked up the parchment off the ground and without looking at her, walked out the door. 

Lily sat in the library and looked out the window. She had sat there with the intention of studying, but had found that this side happened to have a good view of the quidditch pitch. He was the size of an eraserhead, but she could spot him from anywhere. Darting back and forth on his broom, stopping midair to have a chat with the team, laughing at something with his head back and mouth agape... 

She let out a loud groan and slammed her book on the table. 

“Whoah, Evans. Less noise. This is a library you know.” Sirius loped his way over and pulled the seat back next to her to sit. 

“What do you need Black,” it came out meaner than she had intended. 

“Hmmm. Just checking in on how long you plan to torture my friend for.” Lily whipped her head up. Sirius was balancing his wand upwards between his pointer finger and the desk, smiling at her crookedly. 

“I'm not torturing him. He’s torturing himself.”

“Hmm. I beg to differ.” Sirius took the book that Lily was feigning to still read and closed it. 

“Look Black I—” but Sirius cut her off. 

“He’s going mad, y’know. He talks about you in his sleep–I swear it, ask Peter or Remus– they are witnesses. You know he made some sodding pitiful excuse this summer to fuck off somewhere on his own? At the time I was happy for the bloke—mate needs to get his rocks off somewhere seeing as you’ve been stopping them up since 3rd year—but then he comes back and you know what he does? He sits around, whining and moaning about you. About how you won’t give him a chance. About how you are the only bird for him. Look I know I deserve hell in this world but—-”

“Wait what?” Lily was incredulous. She had given James carte blanche to tell his best mate everything, and he still didn’t know?

“Evans, keep up. Do I need to start over? Lily put a hand on Sirius' mouth. 

“Jesus stop talking.”She felt something slimy and wet touch her palm.

“Fuck Black. You licked me.” She removed her hand. 

“Don’t tell James he will be so jealous.” Sirius winked at her and she mumbled disgusting under her breath. 

She couldn’t believe he hadn’t told him yet. Anything. She looked out the window again at the pea sized James zooming around the field. What is he playing at?

“Yoohoo, Evans. For someone as smart as yourself you have a terrible attention span.” Sirius folded his hands on the desk and leaned on them with his chin.

“To get to the point: I know you two are gonna have to be all buddy buddy now, but can you please, for everyone's sake, try to do something to make him more, I don’t know, manageable. Maybe try cutting your hair or eating a bunch of onions or something.”

Lily snorted. 

“Also stop taking the piss out of him, I think he now equates it with some fucked up type of foreplay between you too.”

He’s probably not wrong. Lily said to herself, thinking about the poster incident earlier. 

Black started to get up. “Well Evans, its been a pleasure, but I need to go fuck off away from you now.”

He feigned a salute and turned away from her. Lily rose from her chair. 

“Black wait.” She didn’t get it. James had even said to himself how hard it was to keep things from Sirius. Why was he still doing it now that he had full permission to do so? How did that serve him in any way? Isn’t that what he wanted for them— to be a real couple?

But instead of saying all of that, she said, “You’re a good mate, y’know.”

Sirius squinted at her and a smile cracked on his face. 

“A compliment? Very suspicious Evans.” He was about to turn away before two boys walked beside the table.

“Hey mudblood in chief! Who’d you shag to get such a shiny badge?” Avery called and Crouch sniggered next to him. 

Sirius looked up. All of his casual ease had disappeared and he had the distinct expression of a dog on a hunt. 

“I’m sure the Dark Lord will spare you for a while if you fu—”

Lily started to pull her wand, but no sooner Avery slammed against the nearest bookshelf. Crouch only had a moment to look at his friend before his eyes started to drip with blood. He let out a cutting scream. Lily hadn’t even seen Sirius move, much less perform the spells. 

He turned to Lily and beamed a smile. 

“Do I get the honor of first detention of the year from our esteemed Head Girl?”

Lily knew she should do something about Crouch and Avery who were in a state of panic. Blood was dripping on the ground. Mme. Pince was yelping and calling for someone to get another professor. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about Black. Everything seems fine here.”

Sirius gave her a wink. “Groovy.”

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Lily sat in the common room with Marlene. The word had gotten out about what happened in the library with Avery and Crouch and Lily was all but hiding from the general public in order to not field any questions. Already she had passed groups of students who were clearly whispering about her. What did they expect giving a muggleborn seniority?

“Fuck, I hate to say it but, maybe Black is a good bloke after all?” Marlene offered. 

“Dunno if I’m allowed to publicly condone his behavior, but yeah—generally I’m not upset about it.” Lily tugged at her hair. She had known that when she was given the Head Girl badge, it was going to cause issues. She wasn’t an idiot—most of the Slytherin house at this point was clawing at the chance to join the Deatheaters after graduation and there was talk of the other houses starting to look away from any pro-Voldemort propaganda. Even the ministry was starting to consider once scandalous laws that could bar muggleborns from certain rights. 

“Dumbledore is off his rocker if he thinks he can just sit and do nothing while students are being targeted—I mean I know you can take it Lils’ but fuck if any of those blokes start going after first years—”

The portrait hole swung open and Lily had hardly time to look up before she saw a blur of red and gold running at her. He was still in his quidditch kit and had thrown his broom to the side the second he saw her. He dropped to his knees in front of her and took her into his arms. She could smell the  sweat from practice still on him.

He pulled back and cupped her face in both his hands. 

“What did they do to you? Are you alright.” He kept holding her head but his eyes searched her face and upper body for injury. Around them, most of the common room had gone silent.

“Potter, people are staring,” Lily whispered. 

He didn’t hear her. “I’m going to murder them, this is bloody ridiculous.” 

“It was just talk–” she started, but he was too far gone.

James removed his hands and started for the portrait hole again, disregarding his broom left on the floor. 

“Hey, where are you going?” Lily called after him, but he didn’t turn around. His shoulders were set and his hands clenched. 

Lily got up and ran after him out the portrait hole, not taking the time to see the reaction from Marlene or any of the other Gryfindors. She sprinted to catch up with him. He was already ascending the staircase towards the transfiguration corridor. 

“James, calm down—nothing happened. If anything they were worse off.” She had hoped using his name would snap him out of it, but it was no luck. He threw open McGonagall’s office door without knocking. 

McGonagall sat at her desk in front of the fireplace looking at a stack of parchment. She hardly flinched as he entered with Lily close behind. 

“Mr. Potter, I am well aware you know better than to–”

He cut her off. 

“When is it going to be addressed? Are we just going to let them get away with it?” His voice was raised. McGonagall placed her quill down calmly and clasped her hands on the desktop. 

“Would you be so kind Mr. Potter to elaborate on—”

“Can we quit the bullshit? You know who. There are students who are actively becoming death eaters–Attacking students. How am I supposed to do nothing? I’m Head Boy, I should be able to do something.”

McGonnagall raised an eyebrow. “And who was attacked? I was very clear that a teacher needed to be—”

“Lily—Evans!” He roared. “I heard what they said—others did too. If we don’t do—”

James was cut off by a cough at the door. Dumbledore stood in the doorway with a twinkle in his eye. 

“Mr. Potter, Miss Evans–would you two like to sit down? Minerva, how would you like some tea? I think some peppermint tea would calm all our nerves a bit.”

He tapped his wand and some tea cups flew from the bureau. They instantly filled on 

the table. 

“Professor Dumbledore, it's fine—I’m ok. Avery and Crouch were just trying to get a rise out of me and—” Lily was cut off. 

“It’s not ok. It's not. Sure they said something now, but what about tomorrow? What about the first year muggleborns who don’t have any power or say?” James looked at her, his eyes were burning. 

Dumbledore took a sip of tea. “Yes, I heard Mr. Black made sure to show his disdain as well. Sounds like Avery and Crouch were worse off by the end of it.”

“Professor, I don’t know why James burst in here. I’m fine. I can handle it.” James whipped his head to her. He looked pained—like his body was laying on hot coals. 

“But what happens when the day comes when you aren’t fine. You’ve seen it yourself—what the Slytherins can do—you saw your own friend–”

“Potter, Stop.” Lily screamed. It was ok to be angry at what Avery and Crouch did, but she didn’t want to hear about Severus. It was too much. 

Dumbledore looked at McGonagall and clicked his tongue. 

“If you are worried about Miss Evans' safety, we can place you to do the majority of the patrols and leave her with the paperwork.” Lily felt like she wanted to vomit. 

“What and give them what they want? Her to step down? Fuck off.” 

Lily sat frozen. McGonagall started to object to James’ tone but Dumbledore held up his hand to her. Then nodded to let James continue. 

“What I’m asking for is to make sure they know that she demands respect just as much as I or any of their other pureblood friends do.”

Lily looked at him stunned. She had wanted to be angry about his “knight in shining armor” act when he first barged into the office, but now she felt something else entirely. 

“Miss Evans, it's your choice. I want you to feel safe—if you would like Mr. Potter to take over most—”

“No. I’m not going anywhere, but I agree with James. People are going to start getting hurt, if we don’t do something.”

Dumbledore nodded, then looked at Mcgonagall. 

“Until we can find a better solution, all prefects must do patrols together with no exception. I will speak to the other professors and come up with a more long term solution. But be aware, these are dark times on the horizon—I do not expect the situation to get easier before it gets worse.”

James nodded, then excused himself. He walked out without saying another word. Lily stood to leave also, but Dumbledore stopped her. 

“Miss Evans, you should know I did not make you both Head students to create a challenge. Beyond being the brightest in your class, I think you two have a singular ability of carrying the other even when you don’t realize it. Keep that in mind, even if you might be upset with his outburst this evening.”

Lily nodded and walked out of the office. 

She didn’t find James until hours later in the Heads’ Office. He was still in his quidditch kit, laying on the ground with his eyes closed. Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon was blasting through the room from the small record player they both had agreed to station in the corner. 

Lily went and sat on the couch and watched him for a bit. He hadn’t heard her come in—she could tell he was awake but his breathing was slow and every once in a while his brow furrowed at some thought. He blinked his eyes open and jumped at the sight of her.

“Merlin Fuck, how long have you been there.”

Lily held up her hands in surrender. “Literally seconds I swear.” James rubbed his face under his glasses. He smelled the side of his shirt and made a disgusted look before pulling off his jersey and laying back down shirtless. 

“You think taking your shirt off will make me forget what just happened?” Lily smirked down at him.

“No—but now that you said it, is it working?” He raised his eyebrows at her. 

“Bad luck Potter.” James tugged at her ankle and she slithered off the couch to lay beside him on the ground. They laid on their sides looking at each other. 

“I wasn’t trying to say you were weak,” he started. “ I just—I can’t imagine if those pissers did something to you.” Lily sighed. 

“I know you don’t think I’m weak. But you don’t need to be protecting me—or Black for that matter.” James snorted. 

“Yeah, I’d say sorry about what Sirius did—but no, actually I don’t think I’d ever apologize for it, I’m happy he did it,” He reached out and touched her nose with his finger, making her flutter her eyes open. 

“Sounds like you weren’t sorry either—-he was very grateful to not scrub trophies this evening.”

Lily laughed. She pushed him over onto his back then sidled up next to him to lay her head on his chest. He ran his hand through her hair. There was a lot more to be said about the Slytherins, but for now she wanted it to melt away—they hadn’t had a real moment together since yesterday, and even then it had been a charged interaction.

“You didn’t tell him about us.” She felt James' heart quicken a bit. 

He waited a moment before responding. 

“I think if I tell him, it will become too real.” Lily propped herself up on her elbow and gave him a quizzical look. 

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, I’ll get too excited about us, then get hurt when you decide you never want this to be more than what it is now.” 

“Oh.” The record scratched to the end of the side and started to make a static hum into the room. Neither of them moved to change it. 

“I didn’t know you liked Pink Floyd.” She laid her head back down on his chest. 

“I didn’t—I found it in your collection—if you don’t mind me looking,” he sighed. He was aware she changed the subject, but was too spent to do anything about it. 

“Fun Fact: Some muggles believe if you play this album with the film The Wizard of Oz they will sync up.”

James cracked an eye open at her. “The wizard of what now.”

Lily let out a giggle. He wrapped his arms around her. “Sometimes I think you make this stuff up just to take it out of me.”

Lily leaned her chin on his chest. “You think too highly of me. I can’t make this up.” 

They sat there and listened to the static a bit longer. James' arms tightened around her and she sagged her head so her cheek was resting on his chest. 

She felt herself drifting off to sleep. Despite still smelling like sweat from practice, he still had that musky scent she was used to. His body felt warm and calm—a vast difference from how he seemed when he was storming into McGonagall’s room earlier. Perhaps he thought she was asleep, but he leaned his head down and kissed her temple very lightly, then pushed some of her hair out from her face. 

Despite it all. Despite him being an absolute git for years, despite his arrogance and how he treated the castle like his own playground, despite that he was bloody fit and one of the most sought after boys in the school, despite that it was going to cause a thousand headaches for her, surely, in the upcoming future, despite all that and everything else: she never wanted to be anywhere else than right there, at that moment. 

“James.” 

“You’ve been using my name a lot today—I like it.” He mumbled back, passing his hand through her hair. 

“James, are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

There was a pause. “No,” he sounded unsure. “---are you?”

She could feel his heart start to beat rapidly. Fuck it

“I could be,” she said slowly, “but I’d like this git to take me and he’s too thick to ask me out.”

He flipped them over so fast, the wind was knocked out of her. He pushed his forehead to hers. His eyes were round and glittering.

“Oh please, Merlin. I hope that git is me.”

“No Potter it’s not, would you mind letting Peter know that I—”

“Oh piss off.” He wiggled his fingers around her waist making her laugh. “You’ll go with me, really? Like a real date?”

“Like a real date, Potter.”

His mouth was on hers in an instant. She could feel all of his energy soar into the room—it was infectious. He picked her up and cradled her into his lap as she laughed before putting her mouth on his again. 

“Is this the answer then?” His eyes were brilliant. They shone so bright, it could be mistaken for tears.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Potter. What if you're a bad date? I mean you don’t even know the Wizard of Oz for god’s sake.”

“Evans, I’ll learn every fake muggle wizard in the world if that means spending just one day with you.” Lily put her hands around his neck and pulled herself up to kiss him. She could feel his smile against her lips.

“Deal.”

[callofdudes]

Hello it's me again! Do you remember me?You wrote my Headcanons request very well And now I'm wondering if you could write it for Grave and rodolfo and Alejandro as well?I'm starting to wonder about their reaction too. I was fascinated by your previous post and now I'm obsessed '_'

Here they are @greenkiki 😊 hope you enjoy them.

Forewarning but I fucking hate Graves with my entire soul. So it will not be the friendliest interaction. So be aware of some angst and minor gore.

Showing them your face

A part 2 of this story but with the Vaqueros and Graves.

You had never shown anyone your face. There was a part of you that you hid away from the others. When you worked with the 141 and the Vaqueros, your team, you didn't reveal your face. Meeting Graves soon after, he too questioned the mask, maybe you trusted him a little too easily.

Alejandro🎖️

Alejandro has worked with you for many years and has only ever seen your face on your recruitment file as you were required to have it off. Being your colonel he does know a fair bit about you.

That being said when you show him your face, when you open up about that part of you and show him the beautiful woman underneath he melts.

But he's a respectful man and gives you the space you need.

"There there, relax. Rubbing alcohol is over. It should only sting a little longer." He reassured you with a gentle touch.

Alejandro places a medical patch on your elbow, making sure to be gentle on the hurt area. You hiss, fidgeting a bit when he presses down on the patch.

"There, you'll live."

He smiles at you warmly.

"Thank you..." You feel over the patch and tuck your shirt sleeves back over it.

"You did really good out there. I'm glad you made it. I don't know what I'd do if I lost a soldier like you."

"Thank you for coming to get me." You take down your mask and smile at him, soft eyes accompanied by a beautiful smile. Alejandro is stunned for a moment, seeing your face in person.

His hand comes up and cups your cheek. He smiles back, admiring your beauty. "It's lovely to see you soldier."

Your smile grows a bit.

"You're very beautiful y/n."

"Thank you colonel."

Alejandro was honored to see your face. You were beautiful as he remembered your photo being. When you both stood to exit his office, Alejandro smiled again and took your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "I hope to be able to see such a lovely face again."

You pull your mask back up. "I'm sure you will." You lean in, pressing the soft fabric of your mask to his cheek, and it sent his heart tumbling.

How did he come to fall in love with you so much??

Rodolfo🥈

Rodolfo has always had a bit of a thing for you. He liked the way you fought, how you held yourself. He just liked you for you. How you always looked at him with those beautiful eyes, so full of emotion to replace your smile.

You liked to joke with him, and it was nice having someone other than Alejandro to talk to once in a while. Seeing your face was overwhelming for him. Seeing your face only made his love for you grow.

"We have to save Alejandro!" You argued, starting to pace around the room.

Rodolfo felt his fingers start to itch. His best friend was gone. "I know! I know!"

"Then why are we sitting on our asses doing nothing!!?"

"Because I need more time to think!!" He snapped.

You backed up a bit, seeing the anger and the worry in his eyes. He was shaking, trying to recollect himself.

"Did I ask for my best friend to be taken away?? No! Is his life in danger?? Yes!! Do I want to fuck this up and get him killed!!? Absolutely not!!" Tears filled his eyes.

You stood there a bit shocked.

"I-I'm sorry..."

You pull your mask down and approach him, cupping his cheeks. "Rodolfo, we're gonna do this together. You lead the way, whatever we need to do to get Alejandro back in right here with you. Ok?"

Rodolfo stared into your eyes, examined your face. Your beautiful face. It made his insides twist and more sorrow follow him.

Tears slipped down his cheeks as he nodded. "I know, I'm just worried..."

"I know you are." You offer him a smile, one he can see. You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, making him freeze.

"I'm not going to let you fight alone."

He hugs you tightly, all his emotions colliding into one giant mess. Your kiss gave him reassurance. Your kiss made him feel loved, seeing your face made him feel worthy. And he knew you wouldn't leave his side.

Graves 🪦

You had a crush on Graves when he showed up to work with the 141. Yeah, he's annoying and a cocky jerk without a good personality to make up for it, but you liked him. He charmed you.

Graves had become infatuated with you. Not just your face but your body, your taste, once you let him in you couldn't push him out. He became possessive and needed it every day, when he betrayed you he wanted to make sure your beautiful face was always only going to be for him.

You remember the day you'd shown Graves your face. He was still working with 141 at the time and you thought you could trust him. You liked him. He made you feel some type of way and looking back on it you shouldn't have done it.

You shouldn't have let him cup your bare jaw and whisper loving words near your ear before kissing your lips. You shouldn't have.

Every time he wished to catch a glimpse of your face behind a shed or the back of a transport truck you'd let him. And he'd kiss you, kiss you hard until you couldn't think.

And now you sat here, in a chair, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. Graves watched your blood drip down the tip of his knife, catching the droplet with his tongue and running it along the neck of the blade.

"Look at your pretty face." He bent down and cupped your bloody cheek. Seeing the fresh Glasgow's that would be accompanying you everywhere you went.

"Such a wonderful face, delicate skin and such a wonderful taste." You whimpered when he grabbed your jaw and turned it, licking the dripping blood from your face.

"Forgive me angel." He kisses your temple, having knocked your hat off a while ago. "But I can't get enough of you..."

You couldn't speak, letting him lock the dripping blood from your cheek before kissing your trembling lips with your blood on his tongue. The sting of his saliva in your wounds making your stomach curl.

"I love you y/n, I won't let any other man have you."

[byanyan]

byan being loudly and unapologetically themself being, in part, a defense mechanism. byan being so used to being told that they're too much by someone who's gotten to know them that they just put it all out there now to steer away anyone who wouldn't be able to handle them. byan keeping people at arm's length with their own personality and energy to save themself from being hurt again (if you can't handle them at their most, you don't deserve to make it past their walls, to see them at their quietest and most vulnerable). byan testing the people who can handle them at their most, intentionally trying to find their limits and drive them away because they're scared, because they don't know how to handle someone being able to tolerate all of them, because they're terrified of being truly perceived and not being good enough again.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Oi noble bell herbivore! What's someone like you doing walking around in a place like this? I would've slept soundly by now, but the click of those shoes of yours made my ears tick. Tch, along with you muttering about judgment, blessings, and God makes it noisy. Heard things about you from Radish sprout and the others, heh. You're mad. Now I do hope you keep the flame inside you, though. *Sighs* wouldn't want my napping spot to catch Hellfire.

I would recommend reading these headcanons after this interaction ^^ I think they serve as a good follow-up to this initial encounter.

Like Fire, Hellfire.

"It's Rollo Flamme," he sternly corrected the man stalking toward him amid the flowers and foliage. The hairs on the back of Rollo's neck stood up, sensing danger. "I do not believe I owe anyone an explanation for simply roaming the school grounds. They are open to any approved visitor such as myself."

The lion beastman bore a face he had seen in various texts: a prince from a far-off land. A Kingscholar, the second-born. Indeed, despite his wayward locks and shirt that practically hung half open, he carried himself with a natural grace only befitting that of one with noble heritage.

Another horrifying mage to add to his growing list of enemies.

Rollo grasped for his safety net, his beloved handkerchief. It swiftly covered his burgeoning grimace.

"All humans are herbivores to me," the Kingscholar scoffed, “and you marched right into a lion’s den. You’re just asking for trouble.”

Trouble—that was the last thing Rollo wanted, not on this (supposedly) cordial visit. It would draw too many eyes to him, attract too much unwanted attention. He forced himself to bend into a stiff bow.

"... Your grace." When he was met with silence, Rollo cautiously lifted his head. "I do apologize if my presence and proclivities have disturbed you. I will make myself scarce on my way out."

"Hoh?" A smirk on the lion's lips, and amusement flitting in his deep voice. "Now this is rich. You're giving me a death stare, but the words you're spouting are straining to stay nice. Radish Sprout and the others were right about you—you're pretty two-faced, hmm?"

"I'm afraid that this is how I always look. It is the one and only face I was born with.”

"That's the second time I've heard someone claim that as a defense. And that other guy?" The beastman was very close to Rollo. Showing his teeth, breath nipping at his skin. "He tried usurping the throne for himself."

“Did he now.”

Rollo’s tone was neutral in spite of the anger curling in him. He was disappointed, but not surprised, at the conferred secret. Mages were doomed to ruin one way or another, seeking power when they were weak and abusing it once it was in their hands.

They will ever know true solace. His mouth pinched.

The prince’s eyes glinted—not from sunlight streaming in through glass panes, but with a lazy interest. “… I smell it on you, you know. That cloying stench of magic. You’ve got it caged up like some poor, feral animal.”

The large cat circled his prey like a shark. Each stride he took was long and effortless, slowly riling up the unease in Rollo. Toying with him.

The wet heat of the Botanical Gardens was suddenly registering in full force. The fabric of Rollo’s robes clung to him, as if it, too, wished to retreat from the wild cat in its proximity. Discomfort settled.

“Unlike you Night Raven College miscreants, I am able to resist such sinful desires. I won’t let them spiral out of my control.”

“Sooner or later, that beast will want to be freed,” the lion coyly purred, “you can’t keep it contained forever. Your mask will slip—and with it, a grip on that dark fire.”

“… My, rather presumptuous of you to make these bold, accusatory comments to a man you just met. I’m aware that lion beastmen have a keen sense of smell, but I might make a recommendation: keep your nose out of other peoples’ matters.”

He threw his head back and laughed—rumbling and resonant against their glass cage. “I’m sure we’ll have to chance to become better acquainted with one another. It’s part of a prince’s duties to host important foreign dignitaries… and I’m nothing if not the paragon of princeliness.”

The sarcasm wasn’t missed.

Rollo allowed himself to openly frown. “You certainly haven’t been playing the part of a dutiful host, let alone royalty of any sort.”

“Oh?” He feigned, a hand drawn to his chest in mock shock. “Where are my manners?”

This time, the lion bowed to Rollo.

His facade, matching. Airs put on. Two playing at the exact same game.

“Leona Kingscholar,” he declared. The name itself was palpable and weighty. “A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Sir Flamme of the Shaftlands. You simply must pay a visit to Savanaclaw during your stay on Sage’s Island. I think I speak for my entire dorm when I say we’d love to have you for dinner.”

Rollo sniffed. “As though anyone would be convinced by this flattery.”

“Yeah, sure. Act tough and see where that gets you. I know you’ve got to visit us all eventually.” Leona tapped his temple with an index finger. “Social grace and all.”

“… Tch.”

Rollo didn’t want to admit it, but the (infuriating) man was right. His grip on his staff tightened.

“… I humbly accept your kind invitation,” he grumbled through gritted teeth. “Thank you for this invaluable opportunity.”

“Heh. Don’t pop a blood vessel yet.” Leona put a hand on Rollo’s shoulder, nearly shoving him over with a firm pat. (He didn’t look sorry about it as he baked off.) “Like I said, watch yourself. Wouldn’t want to be going and accidentally causing a forest fire, would we?”

Rollo’s eyes went hard.

His next words, dangerously soft.

“No, I suppose we wouldn’t.”

[spicybeefnoodles]

headcanons

yes, this was inspired by @charlotte-family-apologist little edenian elf ears in their drawings, fight me

i don’t really like how people from outworld and people from earthrealm look exactly the same in terms of morphology

they’re from a completely different world with a similar but still different and much more dangerous ecosystem (have you seen the animals in mkx and mk11?)

i can’t imagine that edenians, seidans, zaterrans, etc. have the exact same culture of morphology as humans, and i wanted to throw my hat in the ring about what differences they could possibly have

starting off with the edenians

first thing that’s different is that they have pointed ears, similar to an elves but a little bit more rounded at the tip, and they move their ears

i.e. they can pin them back, perk them up, etc. sort of like a cat’s, and this is so they can hear incoming predators and prey better when they still hunted that way

their pupils and iris take up much more of the eye so that only a bit of sclera shows, so that they can take in light much better

their noses are also more animal-like, and they have a much better sense of smell than humans to hunt down wounded animals

i think their teeth are also a lot more sharp for chewing through the tough meat/hide of the animals of outworld

i also really like the idea that they have claws in addition to pointed nails rather than just regular human hands, inspired by those claw things mileena and jade wear in mk11

and just because i can, they also have tails with small tufts of fur on the end to help them balance while they’re running and/or climbing trees

i think they’d also be much more muscular than humans, like their upper-body strength is insane, and their legs are strong enough to crush the trunk of an earth tree

so no, they wouldn’t be skinny but rather buff and muscular with more stomach and thickness appreciated within the culture

in mk1, we can see that they don’t have technology (they have sorcery, but it’s doesn’t seem quite the same), and they have what looks like their technological advances are from an agricultural society

so, from that, i think that thicker bodies would be much more appreciated as it would indicate a well-fed/capable edenian capable of attaining food

additionally, different types of fabrics (like earth) are appreciated in different ways, like the hide from a dangerous predator is much more expensive and are almost declarations of love compared to the wool of a sheep-like creature that is mostly domesticated

i think that they’re more of a ‘it takes a village to raise a kid’ sort of mindset when it comes to taking care of children and so are much more willing to take care of multiple children even if it’s not theirs

respect within the culture seems to extend from achievement-based but also filial piety (very pushed in asian countries) as seen with shao kahn and reiko’s achievements in war and mileena and kitana’s deference to their mother

but respect is still very much given to everyone within the culture because everyone plays an important role, whether it’s tending to the farm animals, guarding, sowing clothes, etc.

for seidans, i think they’d look pretty similar to edenians except much more regal-looking and have towering figures, like borzois

they take great care in their appearance and pale complexions are put in high regard (white hair, pale eyes, pale skin, etc.)

their teeth aren’t quite as pointy as edenians but still much sharper than humans, and their ears sort of droop down to give them a much softer look despite their harsh demeanor

still have the claw hands and the tail except the tails have much more fur (think unicorn tails from those old medieval paintings)

but, for someone who’s stockier, has tanner skin, dark hair (like havik), they’re discriminated against and are made into slaves

since they’re born into slavery under careful eyes, their ears are cropped to indicate their slave status, and their tails are docked, making it harder for them to balance

they’re also declawed (which btw you shouldn’t do that to a cat because it’s inhumane), and so have a hard time surviving and running away from the seidans

their changed appearance also indicates their status, and so they’re usually found easily or returned

for zaterrans, (basing this off wiki-level info about komodo dragons) they have the clawed hands same as any others

their tails though are just lizard tails and their fangs are much longer and have a serrated edge to tear into their prey

i think their ears are also shorter naturally compared to edenians or seidans, and they have a hard time hearing things that a human would have no trouble hearing

this stems from the fact they can smell a lot more on their tongue than any human, edenian, or seidans, and even in human form, their forms are large and broad and intimidating

they also have black-green scales littering their body, particularly their joints and their back

regarding culture, i think they wouldn’t have as strong as a focus on offspring and as soon as a zaterran can hunt for themselves, they’re considered an adult

they also can spit venom, both forms, because why not, and as seen within Syzoth’s moveset, it melts people like an acid

i like their lizard forms, they can keep those unchanged

now for those of draconian blood, (shao kahn) i think that general shao is actually an anomaly within draconians (i’m basing this off snakes because snakes in chinese mythology are closely related to dragons)

first, their features are closer to the zaterrans: clawed hands, shorter ears, lizard-like tails, less sclera

but they have the horns in addition to everything else and have much longer canines than humans

usually though, females are much bigger than their male counterparts and have control over much of their society

general shao comes from a special case of already being the heir to a general and training to have that muscle mass within the edenian court

those of draconian blood have hard scales covering their entire body, but they can vary in texture and in colors (because snake scales can vary and it’s cool)

they don’t have hair, they’re all bald and have scales in place of hair (baldies for the win lmao)

tarkatans can stay the same (just add on the fact of the clawed hands, pointed ears, less sclera, tails, etc.)

the only thing i would change is that they don’t grow swords from their hands because that would require them to grow metal from their bones which is…nuclear fusion

anyway, bone swords, like wolverine

for shokans, just slap on the general traits (pointed ears, tails, etc.) because i think they’re already different enough (goro and his four arms plus humongous physique) 

for osh-tekks, i know that in mkx and mk11, it’s just painted skin, but fuck that, he has blue skin with stripes that glow

i’m also going to make osh-tekks semi-aquatic, so they have webbed hands and feet in addition to the other general added traits

their tail has no fur (because drag) but instead have a wide-fanned tail to help them swim in the water (similar to an alligator’s tail but smooth and blue)

they don’t have gills, but they have great lung capacity (like a whale or something)

for centaurians, i don’t they would have the clawed hands because they have the powerful hind legs, but everything else applies (and they already have a tail so perfect)

this is all i could think of, and i have no idea if any of this makes sense?

but also, i have limited knowledge regarding the different societies of outworld outside of mk9-mk11 and mk1 (2023) (so like hotaru means nothing to me unfortunately)

i still like their designs in the games, but i just wish they were a bit more alien (give me the animal traits, GIVE ME THE ANIMAL TRAITS, I NEED THEM, I AJAKJHDAHKJAHKFJ)

we’ve seen in mkx and mk11 that they have huge animals of terrifying size and proportion, but edenians and everyone else still just look like weak, fragile humans?

like what, no freaking way

i know they have magic, but that seems like a practiced skill that grows with age

and before they advanced in society, growing to old age probably wasn’t all that common and so harnessing magic wasn’t all too common either until the current eras we see in gameplay

not to mention, shang tsung and quan chi need the help of shang tsung from a different timeline that has lived for centuries to catalyze their magical skills, and without titan shang tsung, they probably wouldn’t have attained the skill of magic they have until centuries later

some pictures for how i imagine it to be (you're gonna have to excuse my piss poor drawing skills and anatomy)

anyway, yeah, peace out

[merbear25]

Can you give me some Caesar Clown headcanons themed around toys? Of course, I mainly mean the adult toy kind, but there may be other things he considers to be a toy, like certain chemicals or creations. Maybe he sleeps with plushies, or a body pillow of his crush, who knows?

I'll start with my own headcanon: he is deeply afraid of rejection, and he'll either never ask y/n out and stick to using sex toys or masturbating to images of y/n, or he will force himself on y/n and make y/n a prisoner before anyone has confessed. Both of these originates from the same fear of rejection and abandonment. Several people on ao3 have used the tag "Caesar Clown is bad at feelings" and I think it describes him well.

- 🍬💉anon

Hey, hey! I really like this 🙈 He for sure is bad at feelings... Look at him! He's a mess when it comes to that department, but it's one of the things we love about him 🤭 Btw I love the headcanons you added. Hope you like it 💜💜

CW: NSFW, MDNI, headcanons, sex toys, gn!reader, male masturbation, perversion, wet dreams, capturing reader, some angst

Flooding thoughts (Caesar)

There’s no way he wouldn’t be obsessive and possessive in the most depraved way imaginable.

My mind immediately went to him keeping some type of fleshlight in his drawer that matched the skin tone of that special someone he was fantasizing about. With that would come lots of lube, specifically a kind that he’d made that sends that sought after rush through him much more intensely.

He wouldn’t just lay on his back each time either, instead positioning it in ways he’d imagined having his way with you. So, with this in mind more than one model would be necessary to suit whichever craving wrapped itself around him.

Little audio clips would be kept so he could listen to them if you were away for too long. There were certain ones that got him hot and bothered, spending the rest of the time rubbing one out to the sweet sounds of you.

He’d most definitely have a stash of photos of you, some of which would be kept buried in his desk drawers because of the disgraceful state of them. There may be one innocent photo of you he kept on him either in his pocket or close to his chest.

Since his mind was flooded with thoughts of you, there was no avoiding you visiting him in his dreams.

The first wet dream he had of you sparked an idea to have a body pillow that reminded him of you. He made sure to get a perfume of your scent just right and sprayed the pillow with it regularly, so you filled his senses as he cuddled it.

There were many nights when things stayed more or less innocent: wrapping his arms and legs around it and imagining you were hugging him back.

However, he couldn’t hold himself back when the day had been filled with sparks he felt between the two of you. This led to the inevitable—shameless grinding until the pillow was doused with copious amounts of cum. Your scent mixing with his made him bite down on the abused fabric while he groaned and squirmed against it.

Any poor soul that was suspected of getting too close to you was made a target. He’d firstly remain in the shadows, examining your dynamic and jumping to the conclusion that you preferred them over him. 

Forcing himself into situations with the both of you would be the first attempt at putting a wedge between you. However, if he caught wind of any real threat, they would be eliminated. Washing his hands of the trash he took out, he could go back to fantasizing about him being the only one for you.

With how suspicious he is of everyone, his heart would remain guarded if you were to ever find out about his dirty little secret. He’d convince himself that you would only view his actions as dangerous, repulsive, and that you’d try to flee no matter how much you denied it.

But, he couldn’t let that happen. You still had a stranglehold on him, and whether you liked it or not, it wasn’t loosening.

Every breath you took that resounded in mutual desire was met with a shake of his head. 

No one would just accept this type of behavior, let alone be turned on by it. You were lying. These echoed in his mind as he tore down any attempt you made to reassure him that you were just as crazy about him.

It wouldn’t be impossible to convince him, but doing so would need to be done tactfully in order to scale those barbed wire walls.

Confliction punctured his typically sound logic, making him act on emotion, more specifically the rising fear of never seeing you again. He’d rather hold you against your will than risk watching you walk out that door and never hearing from you again.

He wanted you to be happy with him, although he was reluctant to believe you ever could be. The yearning only escalated when you were forced to stay with him.

You were so close he could reach out and touch you just as he'd been dreaming of, but he recoiled and retired to his bedroom alone each night.

In many ways he felt safer this way. The image he had of you could never do him wrong and the toys, pictures, audio, and pillow he had of you brought on an illusion of comfort and security that he wasn't quite ready to detach himself from.

[boabel]

hi! do you have any general headcannons about district nine or any other district?

anon i thought you'd never ask!!!

so i have many headcanons about nine because it's my absolute fav (whattt that's crazy who knew?) but i DO have other district headcanons i'd like to share so ill do a 3 part post :3

district four

- there's a big black market system of alcohol, similar to district nine.

- it's illegal for them to keep the fish they catch.

- district four has heavy irish influence, the irish language has even survived in some parts of it.

- most merchants sell shell and pearl jewellery to make their money. the others are in the alcohol or food trade.

- there are legends of sirens that are heavily believed in. people often believe they lose their partners to the sea because of the sirens.

- there's also a tattoo industry that comes with the black market.

- there's another legend of a woman who tried to escape district four using the sea. its said that the capitol planted muttations in the sea to stop anyone from properly escaping. she was never seen again.

- children as young as ten are employed on ships to do small jobs such as mopping and helping out with rigging.

- taverns are popular, especially with sailors after work.

- district four had the first ever career volunteer and set up the first training academy.

- they have strong beliefs in loyalty to those from home. if any tribute betrayed their district partner they would be looked down upon.

- there are often tsunamis and the sea levels are constantly rising.

- christianity is practiced in secret with most families.

district eight

- lots of people have dyed hair since they use fabric dye to dye their hair.

- judaism is the main religion practiced in secret.

- intensely urbanised (in canon "not a blade of grass in sight") but the victors village is on an island in the middle of a lake and harbors lots of nature, the only visible nature in the district.

- has the highest disability and chronic illness rate of all of the districts due to the danger of the profession.

- the tributes have probably the worst disadvantage other than district twelve because they have never experienced nature and natural settings before.

- children as young as eight work in the factories.

- there's alot of gang violence, usually over drugs.

- the drug addiction rate is almost as high as district six's.

district nine

- it is very much a musical district

- there are performances on every night to keep up morale, with troupes forming made up of singers, various instrument players and performers (dancers, trapeze, actors etc.)

- their work uniforms are very colourless and basic - tshirt and dungarees/jeans. so after work they get to wear colourful and creative things. most people make their own clothes because buying clothes is too expensive. they use crochet usually.

- there are big plains of uninhabitable land because of the sheer heat and amount of tornadoes. the places that are safe are called safe plains and the places that are uninhabitable are called nadozones or killer plains.

- the main town is small and where the reaping takes place. people who live further away from the town and nearer the outskirts have to take a peacekeeper driven truck to the reaping the night before, and get the same back the day after.

- the families of the reaped are made to stay in the town whilst their children are in the capitol and in the games. in the likely scenario that the children die, they're shipped back when the corpse arrives to the district.

- there are lots of little lakes that people visit during the summer.

- they have the third largest black market business of any of the districts (1st is six and 2nd is two) they mainly deal in alcohol, which is what anona's (my oc) father did that made them better off than others.

- they have strong beliefs when it comes to moral code, similarly to four. a district nine specific thing though is hating lying and frowning upon anyone who using manipulation to get their way, even when it comes to the games. they believe in truth and honesty.

- they had a large rebel influence in the first rebellion which increased their capitol punishment in the long term, they're the third most impoverished district (1st is twelve, 2nd is eleven).

- their religion is mainly tied to ancient roman mythology. they also believe in honoring their land and crops, but the capitol takes that privilege away.

- the population is very small but is spread out over different plains, the great plain (largest plain, very dilute population), timber plain (most impoverished plain, its called timber plain because all of the houses are made of timber which is highly flammable and district nine is plagued by fires. there are also timber wolves that are found in the outskirts of timber plain), blue plain (has the most lakes), wild plain (has the most forests and wild animals) and central plain (where the town is), so certain people know eachother and others don't.

- half of the children are homeschooled due to the lack of accessibility to schools mainly in timber plain.

- there are lots of myths and tales about the district, such as the outskirts (the forests that encircle nine) being inhabited by deadly capitol muttations.

that's all i have 4 now, i was kinda lacking on my d8 hcs now i yhink ab it. ill definitely think ab some more and post them later!! tysm for the ask anon <3333

[majoresca]

Come here, if the wishing well near the castle is all about that "get what you want and lose what you have" vibe.

WHY DID NOBODY DISAPPEAR WITH THAT THING?

Close it with stones, put a wall around it, destroy it or at least hide it and put up a huge DANGER sign! DO NOT USE IT!

( King Stefan, Aurora's father, made a point of destroying ALL THE SPINNING WINDS IN HIS KINGDOM! No one would make any more fabric for at least sixteen years!They would have to spend buying fabric from outside the kingdom, or mending old rags all this time. And even so,Maleficent's magic created a spinning wheel that completed the curse.)

But what about the other wishing wells? Are they normal? Because they do not appear in a negative light in Enchancia's anthem, in fact, they are portrayed in a positive light. Therefore, demonstrating that only the wishing well in the possession of the royal family of Enchancia has this flaw in its operating conditions.

Headcanon:

The wishing well was sabotaged with evil magic, to harm the royal family that used it.

And those responsible for the corruption of the wishing well are conspirators against the crown, and are members of the Order of the Wand.

And that's why it's the only one with questionable functioning.

I even deduce that it was one of the first attempts by the Order of the Wand to weaken one of the kingdoms, to take power from the throne.

( I don't think it was Cedric who did this, even he has ethical limits. If he were the author, he would have done something unforgivable.)

But, I believe it must have been another magic user close enough to the family to know that Roland would use the well, perhaps even being the advisor himself who suggested the use of the magical artifact, being the author of its corruption.

Perhaps, the author didn't even need to be a magic user or be magical in the first place , just make a wish for the well to change its own magic.

So that it, in the fulfillment of wishes, now took as payment something that would be most missed by those who made their request.

In a kind of equivalent exchange: the author of the request to fulfill his own desires, would lose one of his most valuable possessions.

But why would anyone be interested in harming Roland and Lorelei's family?

To prevent the birth of new direct heirs to the throne.

Since Roland had already assumed the crown, Enchancia's official bloodline would b now traced from his children onwards. And not by his sister Tilly's heirs, as she had already abdicated the throne.

By killing the queen and the kids in childbirth, they would end the bloodline of the official crown of Enchancia . Or at least they would delay it enough, before the king remarried and have other children as heirs to the throne.

Since then, this would emotionally destabilize the king, to the point of weakening the kingdom consequently. It is easier then to carry out attempts to take the throne of Enchancia.

But, as only the queen Lorelei died during childbirth, leaving twin children Amber and James, this would put the king on alert for all users of magic and magical artifacts, making him more difficult to be tricked by members of the Order of the Wand.

So the Order of the Wand would have to wait for a more opportune moment, having to start over and change their strategies to resume plans to take the throne of Enchancia for themselfs.